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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Urselle,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.