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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.