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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.