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 Ecuador 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.