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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
The Remains,
MC5,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.