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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.