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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.