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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.