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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Gong,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.