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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.