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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
The Names,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.