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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.