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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.