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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.