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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Mars,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.