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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.