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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.