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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.