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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.