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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
New Order,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.