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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 808 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.