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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.