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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Nas,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.