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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.