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 France 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Wings,
ABC,
Can,
Outsiders,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.