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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.