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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.