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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.