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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.