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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.