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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.