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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.