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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Selecter to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.