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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.