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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.