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 Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Monks,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.