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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.