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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.