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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.