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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.