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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.