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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.