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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.