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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.