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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.