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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.