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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.