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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.