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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.