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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.