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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.