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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.