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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Pole,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.