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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.