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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Moebius,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.