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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Can,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.