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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues 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?
Wings,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.