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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.