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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.