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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.