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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.