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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.