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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Section 25,
The Index,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.