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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
DNA,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.