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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.