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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.