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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.