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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.