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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
CMW,
Scion,
Television,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.