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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.