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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.