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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.