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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.