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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.