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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.