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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.