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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.