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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.