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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
UT,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.