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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.