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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.