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 Belize 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.