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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.