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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
UT,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.