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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
cv313,
10cc,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.