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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.