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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.