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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Pagans,
The Names,
The Index,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.