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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Fugazi,
UT,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.