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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.