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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Doors to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.