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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.