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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
MDC,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.