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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.