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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.