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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Fear,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.