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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.