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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.