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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Japan,
Franke,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.