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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.