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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.