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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.