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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.