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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.