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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.