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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.