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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.