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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.