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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.