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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.