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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Pole,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.