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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.