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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Roxette to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.