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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.