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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Index,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.