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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.