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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.