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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.