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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Make Up,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.