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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.