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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Monks,
Crime,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.