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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Nas,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.