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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Technova,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.