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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.