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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.