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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.