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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Slave,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.