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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.