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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
New Order,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.