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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Can,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.