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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.