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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Nas,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Can,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.