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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.