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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
The Fall,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.