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 Russia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.