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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Television,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.