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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.