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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.