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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.