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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.