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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.