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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.