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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.