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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
the Slits,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.