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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.