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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Index,
the Association,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
the Human League,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
The Names,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.