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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
This Heat,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.