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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.