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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.