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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Franke,
Qualms,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.