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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
DNA,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.