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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.