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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amon Düül 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.