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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.