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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.