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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.