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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.