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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.