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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.