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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.