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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.