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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.