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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine 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?
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.