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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.