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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.