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 Australia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
MC5,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.