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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
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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.