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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Skaos,
New Order,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.