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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Wings,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.