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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.