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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.