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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.