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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Organ,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.