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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Black Moon,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Mars,
Surgeon,
X-102,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Nico,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.