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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.