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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.