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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.