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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.