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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.