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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.