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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Q65,
the Human League,
Japan,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.