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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.