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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.