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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.