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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.