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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.