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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.