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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.