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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.