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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.