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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.