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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Buzzcocks 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.