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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.