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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.