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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.