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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.