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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.