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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.