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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.