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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.