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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ten City to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
CMW,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.