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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.