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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.