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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.