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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.