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 Laos 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.