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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.