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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
MC5,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Mars,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.