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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.