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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.