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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.