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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.