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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.