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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.