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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Monks,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.