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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.