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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.