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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.