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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.