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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.