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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.