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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.