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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.