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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.