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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.