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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.