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 Gabon and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.