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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Swans,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.