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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.