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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.