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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.