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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
X-102,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.