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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.