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 Spain and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.