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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.