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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.