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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.