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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.