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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
AZ,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.