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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.