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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.