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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.