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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.