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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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?
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.