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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.