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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Organ,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.