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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
ABC,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.