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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.