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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.