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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
X-101,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.