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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.