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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
10cc,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.