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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.