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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Skriet,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.