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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Move,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.