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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.