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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.