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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.