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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.