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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.