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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.