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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.