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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Residents to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.