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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.