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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.