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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 Spokane and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.