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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.