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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.