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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.