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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Monks to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Can,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.