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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.