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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.