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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fraelich to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.