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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.