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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.