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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.