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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.