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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.