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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.