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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Brick,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.