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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.