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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.