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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
AZ,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.