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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Index to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.