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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.