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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.