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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.