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 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
X-101,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.