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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.