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 Barbados and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
EPMD,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.