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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.