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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.