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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Index,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Can,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.