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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.