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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.