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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.