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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.