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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Quantec,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.