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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.