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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.