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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.