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 India 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.