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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gun Club to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.