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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.