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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Index,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.