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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.