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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Echospace,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.