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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.