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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slave to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Japan,
The Monks,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.