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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.