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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.