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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
MC5,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.