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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.