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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.