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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.