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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.