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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.