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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.