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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.