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 China and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.