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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.