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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.