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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.