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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.