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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.