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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.