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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
World's Most,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.