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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
cv313,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.