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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Nas,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.