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 Palau 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.