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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.