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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.