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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.