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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.