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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.