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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.