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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.