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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.