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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.