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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.