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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.