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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.