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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Ossler,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.