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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.