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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.