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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.