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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.