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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.