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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Q65,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.