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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.