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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aural Exciters 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.