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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.