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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.