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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.