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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
PIL,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.