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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.