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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.