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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Wire,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.