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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.