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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.