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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.