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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.