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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.