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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.