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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.