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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.