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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.