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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
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.