Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.