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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.