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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.