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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.