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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Gong,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.