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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.