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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.