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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.