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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.