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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.