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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.