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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.