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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 Lou Reed 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.