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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
John Holt,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.