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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Television,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.