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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.