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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.