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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Franke,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.