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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.