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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Magma,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.