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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.