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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.