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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.