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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Television,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.