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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Babytalk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.