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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Move to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Deakin,
Ronan,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.