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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.