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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.