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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.