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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.