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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Pole,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.