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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.