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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Television,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.