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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.