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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.