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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Wings,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.