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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.