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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.