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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
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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.