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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.