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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.