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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.