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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Crime,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.