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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.