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 Botswana 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Index,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.