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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.