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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.