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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.