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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.