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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.