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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.