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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.