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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Dead C to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.