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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.