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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.