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 Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.