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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
The Monks,
The Fall,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.