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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.