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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.