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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.