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 Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.