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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.