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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.