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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
UT,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.