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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.