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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.