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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.