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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.