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 San Marino and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Slave,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.