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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.