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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.