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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.