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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.