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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.