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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s 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 Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Brick,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.