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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.