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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.