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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.