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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.