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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.