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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.