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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.