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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Make Up,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.