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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.