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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Nico,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.