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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.