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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.