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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.