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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Gong,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.