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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.