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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Gun Club to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.