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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.