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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.