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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.