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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.