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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.