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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Smog,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.