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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.