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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Divine Comedy to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Television,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.