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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.