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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.