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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.