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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.