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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.