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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.