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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.