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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.