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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.