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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.