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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.