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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.