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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.