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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
June Days,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
The Names,
The Wake,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.