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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.