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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.