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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Anakelly,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.