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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
10cc,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.