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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.