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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.