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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.