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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tears for Fears 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.