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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.