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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.