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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Organ,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
JFA,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.