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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.