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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.