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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.