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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Urselle to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.