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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
cv313,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.