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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.