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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.