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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.