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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.