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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.