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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.