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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.