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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.