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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.