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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.