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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Columbus and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.