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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
the Normal,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
New Order,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.