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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.