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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.