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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.